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Getting to know you	By : rottengrl Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Getting to know you
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Billie Joe often thought he had superpowers. Well maybe not powers plural but at least one mighty singular power. He could spot a secret life a mile away. Specifically he could spot others like himself.
He had no memory of when it first occurred to him that his views on sexuality were far more fluid than that of his friends. He just so no reason to limit himself to having sex with just girls or just guys. His body reacted strongly, lustfully to both.
Even though he was open about his own sexual preferences, he knew many kept their preferences hidden. But, Billie could always spot them. Their eyes, their words, their gestures. Something would give it away. And like a badly held together mask their secret identity would be revealed to him. Of course like any true superhero he always used his powers for good never for evil.
Still it never ceased to surprise him how many worn such masks and where the next unveiling might take place.
The tour had seemed like a bad idea to everyone involved except the record executives. A tour, sixteen cities across the U.S. Green Day and the Sex Pistols. The Sex Pistols and Green Day…or however the billing eventually got worked out. The grandfathers of punk and the guardians of it’s flame or some such bullshit. Billie Joe was less than enthused. After all, this was the band that housed Johnny Rotten the one man quote machine whose vile words on Billie’s band had rained down upon Greenday over the years. Billie was hardly worried about being outshone by them. In fact he felt bad knowing they would upstage them every chance they got. But, Billie worried that given some time alone and unsupervised he just might have to retaliate on the wonder mouth himself.
After months of back and forth he said she said now it had come down to this. A meeting between himself and Rotten. Billie picked the location, his tour bus currently residing at their latest gig. Next up would be fourth blessed months off and Billie was sure as hell not going to waste a moment of it dragging himself somewhere to meet the “Godfather of Punk.” Nope, the mountain would just have to move to him. Normally Rotten would have rejected this immediately but, it turns out, Green Days last gig coincided nicely with a documentary gig Rotten had in the same state a few days away. In other words it would be of no effort for him and it would be on someone else’s dime. Perfect. Besides deep in both their hearts they knew. If they could not stand each other their was no way this tour was ever going to work. They were the heads of their bands and they knew it. What they say usually went,for better or worse.
Surprisingly right at 7pm, the time that had been agreed on, there was a knock on the tour bus door. Billie opened it to see Johnny Rotten. Billie welcomed him in. He was dressed in a pair of muted plaid pants, a white button down shirt opened at the top three buttons and his hair was a subdued ginger honey color. He was tanner and younger than Billie expected him to be.
“Umm you want to sit down?” Billie asked suddenly aware of how odd this all was.
“Sure,” John said taking a seat on the long couch that ran the length of the right side of the bus. “Nice wheels mate.”
“Thanks, record company pays.”
“Even nicer than.”
Billie noticed that John’s eyes were the blue color of a newly chlorinated pool. John seemed to notice him staring but made no mention of it simply taking the time to study the room while he himself was being studied.
“What kind of player does this thing have?” John asked finally turning and looking Billie directly in the eyes.
Billie thought he saw a glimpse of a mask falling away but he could not be sure. After all this was a man who was know to be even harder to control than Billie himself so ruffling his feathers with a false accusation was probably not the best start to get off with if they were going to try and tour together.
“It has an MP3 player. Want to listen to something?”
Billie smiled a cute pouty smile. His hair was spiky and messed from a video shoot earlier in the day. He still had the black eyeliner under his eyes and a few spiked leather bracelets on his wrists.
“If you want. Why not?” John asked continuing to stare at Billie.
Billie got up and turned on the player. He flipped around a bit and found a nice stream of progressive but not overbearing electronic music to filter through the back ground.
“You look different in person.” Billie said from across the room still fiddling with the player
“So do you,” John replied. “I can see why the girls would go for ya.”
Billie turned around and caught John sizing up his body. It was then that he saw behind the mask. Johnny, the “Johnny Rotten” of the Sex Pistols was interested in getting to know him in more than just a friendly way.
Billie came back over and sat a little closer to John. He gave him his best smile. Maybe a little harmless flirting would keep John in his place,and at the end of Billie little finger, for the tour. After all, this was the man who had bad mouthed his band…his boys. He would have fun watching him pay by being twisted in the wind.
“Sorry did you want a beer? I never offered you anything when you came in.” Billie emphasized lightly the words came and in. He saw John’s left eyebrow arch a little but he only replied.
“A beer if you got one.”
Billie went to the fridge and retrieved a beer for John and a popsicle for himself. No need to be subtle after all. He could tell the man wanted him. Now, all he had to do was reel him in. He handed John the beer and then sat down a little farther away this time, from John. He slowly unwrapped the iced treat and licked at it’s cold surface. He ran his tongue down the length and then placed the entire popsicle in and out of his mouth a few time sucking at the juices. He noticed John had yet to move or open his beer. Finally he heard John clear his throat.
“I have heard,” John said sounding calmer than Billie would have liked. “That you fancy the boys and the girls. Which is alright. I mean I’m sure your little show there would have a real appreciative audience somewhere but your wasting your time showing it to me.” With that he flicked open his beer and began to drink. He stood up and walked toward the music checking out the system and playing with a few levers. Billie was shocked and pissed.
“Fucker,” he thought to himself. “He knows he wants me and I know he wants me. Thinks he can play this game and win. He doesn’t know who he is up against.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Billie said causing john to turn around and once again look at him with his piercing stare. “I mean yes, I am Bi but I was simply enjoying an icy treat. Perhaps you just wanted to read more into it.” Billie grinned a very cute grin.
“Perhaps,” John said sounding bored. “But I doubt it.”
“We are supposed to be talking about the tour why don’t we just concentrate on that?” Billie asked trying to take a moment and regroup.
John sighed, “Why? If we get along we tour. If we don’t there is nothing to discuss.”
Now it was Billie’s turn to sigh. This was going to be harder than he originally thought. He looked at john playing with the MP3 player. He had a ruggedness and coolness about him that Billie found strangely attractive. John moved on from the player taking the bus in with his eyes. He seemed to be examining it, taking it all in piece by piece. A light came on in Billie’s head. “He likes to study things. He likes to watch. Well why don’t we just give him something worth looking at then.”
Billie stood up, “This seems like it could stretch on a bit. I didn’t get to shower after my video shoot today. Would you mind if I took a quick shower and then we can talk or whatever it is that will help you decide if I am worthy enough of your bands presence in my life?” Billie knew he was being a bit bratty but he didn’t care. It was his nature.
“Sure,” John said barely turning around.
Billie went into the back room briefly to grab his shower kit and then went into the shower room. He knew from a rather fun evening on the road with some rather friendly girls that if the curtain was not closed all the way and the door was not closed over the person on the bus got a nice view through the shower room mirror reflecting onto a strategically placed mirror in the hallway.
Billie slowly undressed. He dropped each item of clothing lazily to the floor. He tested the water letting his ass come into full view of the mirror and then he climbed in under the streams of water. He lathered up his body taking time rubbing his nipples and cock with the white foamy lather and then rinsing it off again. He stroked his chest and rubbed his thighs and calves. He moved onto his arms, which were muscled from his recent return to an exercise regime, and turned once more so that his glistening ass was in full view.
He climbed out of the shower, turned it off, and tucked a towel around his waist. He walked out of the shower room expecting to find John panting from the couch, begging him to come over and suck him off.
Instead he felt a hand close around his throat as he was slammed against the hallway wall.
“I told ya,” Johnny sneered sticking his face near Billies. “You little shows are going to get you nowhere. I’m not interested.”
Billie took a chance and placed his hand on John’s crotch. He was rewarded with the feeling of John’s large, hard cock pulsating back from under John’s pants.
“Oh really?” Billie asked shooting him an evil grin. “I don’t think your fat dick got that message.”
John grabbed him by the back of his hair and dragged him over to the couch. He threw him down roughly seating Billie Joe in front of him. He unpeeled Billie’s towel revealing Billie’s own large, hard cock. Billie continued grinning at him as John got down on his knees in front of him. John looked up at him and then took Billie’s entire length into his mouth with one fast thrust. Billie moaned slamming his hands down on the couch and rolling his head back. He was going to have to concentrate to not cum. He was determined to make John work for it. In fact, he was going to try to not cum at all. Make John think he failed. Make him desperate to try it again. Make him beg.
John took the cock out of his mouth and licked each of Billie’s balls in turn sucking them and licking then, licking them and sucking them. Billie groaned and tried to think of the most disgusting images he could conjure up. John licked him up and down the outside and then the inside of his shaft. Billie thought of earth quake victims while a small moan escaped his lips. John’s tongue wrapped and unwrapped itself around the head of Billie’s cock lapping at the pre-cum juice. He stroked and sucked on the head while rubbing the shaft with his fingers. Billie groaned as plague victims hobbled before him.
John stopped, causing Billie to open his eyes and look down at him. John’s mouth glistened and his eyes were hard with lust.
“Think you going to make me work for it hmmm? Think your going to make me your bitch?”
Billie said nothing as the pain from withholding was building up in his groin and he was not sure how much longer he could stand not cumming.
John grinned a wicked grin and began again faster and harder taking Billie’s whole length in his mouth. His fingers moved along the inside of Billie’s thighs until they reached that sweet spot of skin between the ass and the balls. That little strip that contained every nerve known to man. John dug his knuckles into it causing mountains of pleasure to shoot through Billie.
Billie came screaming, “Fucking hell YES. Ahhhhh. Ohhh. Mmmm,” he felt his ass clench , his legs shake and thighs stiffen as the hot cum shot hard from his dick into the back of John’s throat. Billie could only grab John’s hair and hang on for dear life.
Billie remained motionless for a few moments savoring what had turned out to be one of the best fucking blow jobs in his entire life. He panted until he caught his breath sitting with his eyes closed savoring the sensations. Finally he opened his eyes. John was standing by the table once again nursing his beer.
“You know,” John said grinning at Billie, “this tour might not be such a bad idea after all.”
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